A Darker Avenue

Master helps me into the car. He grabs an old quilt from the trunk and drapes it over me, and then he slips into the driver's seat. As he turns the car around and begins to make his way towards the main road, my mind turns over the things I experienced tonight. I am lucky to be owned by someone who is willing to help me explore the darker avenues of my own character. Master intuits my thoughts. He always does. He reaches out and clasps my hand in his. He holds it for the rest of our journey home.